After dinner, James Anderson took Helen Blair back to school. It would arouse suspicion if the two of them spent the night together outside.
"Brother James, please don't come looking for me again. If Jane Howard notices something and tells Amelia Walker to investigate you, it won't be good," Helen instructed James as they got in the car. "And for now, don't tell anyone about our relationship."
"Our relationship?" James, with his hands on the steering wheel, turned to her, his eyes sparkling. "What kind of relationship?"
Helen felt a sweetness in her heart but gave him a sidelong glance and whispered, "Annoying." Then, she turned her head and beckoned him with her finger, a mischievous look on her face.
James smiled, leaned over, and asked, "What is it?"
Helen put one arm around his neck, leaned in, and gave his plump lower lip a gentle kiss and licked it before letting him go. She smiled, "That's the kind of relationship. Do you understand now?"